Daydreaming

I'm daydreaming of a time when we can be alone
Just a couple of hours from now
I've got to dodge some heavy traffic first
Then it's clear sailing, straight from here
Right to your door
I'll bring the chinese and a bottle of red wine
We got a lot of catching up to do
I want to get to know you all over, all over again
I will bring my guitar and sing the letters
That I wrote to you
Baby I'm sweet dreaming of you on a Sunday afternoon
Baby I'm sweet dreaming of you, it's all that I can do
Are you dreaming of me too?

Dinner for two and talk of the future
Holding hands and sitting on the porch
While the full moon rises
High in the southern sky
Any minute, we can dance around the room
Clap our hands making all the noise we want to
Baby I'm sweet dreaming of you on a Sunday afternoon
Baby I'm sweet dreaming of you, it's all that I can do
Are you dreaming of me too?

I'll walk right through these gates, a different man
Never forget my first taste of freedom
The sounds on the street, new shoes on my feet
I will call you from the first pay phone I see

Sometimes it may take years before we find our way
And it hurts to face our fears as we face another day
But we fight just to breath in this godforsaken place

© 1999 Burt Street Music(BMI)
Words and music by Michael Veitch
14 Oriole Drive, Woodstock, NY 12498 (845)679-1108
MVEITCH@aol.com